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Candidate Session Number Session May 2014 indite Task Assignment Writing diary entries from Blanches point of view rough her emotions toward Stanley A streetcar named desire Rationale In part 4 of our English course, we study and analyze famous literature works such(prenominal) as Shakespeare Othello and Tennessee Williwaws A Streetcar Named Desire. For this written task, we constitute to guide an Imaginative way of exploring an apses of the material we have studied. In other words, it is a creative assignment regarding an aspect or theme of either Othello or A Streetcar Named Desire.I have chosen to explore the spirit of rest by writing diary entries In which Balance begins to be delusional due to Stanley actions towards her and how this makes her feel towards Stanley. Looking at both characters, we send away see that both of them are opposites of each other. Balance, coming from a moneyed family and also from the s placeh, has a laid-backer status and therefore expects men to distribute women with respect because this is what she experienced during most of her life. On the other hand, Stanley, coming from modern Orleans, but representing the new American, shows obvious leaving In character from Balance.Stanley Is visualised as a brute, having power over both female and a sense, male characters withal. By writing diary entries from Blanches point of view, we are satisfactory to see the difference between the cultures from south and the new America ,the difference of social status affecting how Balance treats Stanley. Dear diary, 1 score taken the wrong streetcar Oh how can this be where my dear sister, Stella, lives? afterwards beingness brought up by the wealth of our grand family, I had great expectations in my headAfter the loss of belle reeve the struggling, wholly those deaths I had to endure it has made me as weak as the crumbling walls of an old house. What do I have to do to deserve a trip to promised land? If life hasnt given m e enough troubles a sane human being can handle, here get under ones skins my lovely brother-in-law, Mr. Stanley Kowalski. Oh what an, interesting man he is, communicate me questions well-nigh my past that I time-tested so hard to shut away up, and stow away, And what nerve Snatching my love letters from my young husband, my sweet,sweet boy, he is decidedly an inquirer.I can see, o, that hes of the more primitive side of nature, the way he walks and talks, non like the gentlemen who used to call for me for hours and hours till I replied them. If one Stanley Kowalski wasnt enough, what about four of them? Ive never expected the gathering of the apes, nor have I seen that many in one place Oh Stanley Kowalski, the alpha male, saying that I could not kibitz-who does he think he is, the king of the house? And the way he treats Stella,my dear sister, embarrassing her inferno of his friends. His true colors shine with and no man, no man in the world treats a cleaning woman this wa y.Oh What did she ever do to that beast, what makes her deserve such a life? And what does a girl need to do to enjoy herself around here? Cant Stella and I enjoy a little conversation between ourselves without having Stanley blowing his top hit? Oh, the destruction that trails after Stanley, almost like a shadow. What a titan He attacked my baby sister, how ruthless can he be? good- forget Please find your way to me Please find your way to Stella as she most certainly needs it. Dear diary I cannot recollect Stella After what Stanley had done to her, shes still with that monster.She told me about their romantic times together and how thrilling it is to have him smash their lightships with the heel of her slipper. Am I the scarce one who sees that shes in danger? Or that her head is way too far into the clouds to see what an animal Stately is. Shes a damsel in distress, and I have to save her. To save her from the beast. Like a go rumor spreading ever so quickly through the hi gh school corridors, my disgust for Stanley certainty escalates at that speed. Even after that stupendous speech I gave Stella, after telling how awful and, Oh so prevalent Stanley really is, she still effuses to listen.What shes feeling is serious brutal desire Just desire that old tin can which rattles through up and pile the street And my, its been a long time since I empty hole, gradual in my heart. Mitch missed my birthday today Something must be abominably wrong for he did not sneer my calls. Im afraid that the truth would come out any moment, and that Stanley will spill the beards, ruining our relationship. Mitch chouses, Stanley mustve told him. Oh, he must have told Mitch something about me How can I pillowcase Mitch, face eitherone? My image now tainted by the colors of shame.I cant let them know my past for I have been hiding it for so long. No, I cant let get out, not right now He must have been to Laurel-to the Flamingo Oh what have I done to deserve this? Aft er all I have suffered for Belle reeve, all I have sacrificed to fill my lonely soul, I deserve to be treated with kindness and love- after all that matinee idol has put me through. Isnt it time for a change? May miracles happen and Stanley will forever keep it to himself. Oh how silly of me, of course he wouldnt. And now, my reality is soft ribbing onto my dreams.Grabbing aloud of everything and turning it into a nightmare. Dear diary Stanley Stanley-he Confronted me today. He was so happy at first, being a father and all. I was so relieved to see that Stanley Kowalski, was having a normal conversation with me, Balance He told me stories about his cousin, the human bottle opener. And even opened a bottle to celebrate with me I mean, maybe Stanley Kowalski, the brute, the Pollack isnt so noisome after all. It must have been something I said After Mitch had part my paper lantern, exposing my light.I feel weak of the mind, like someone has torn out a piece of my brain. Nonetheless , Im still and always will be a woman of intelligence and breeding, enough for my future husband , the wonderful Sheep Hunting. What every rich man needs is a woman. A woman with a beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit and tenderness of the heart, and I have all those things He came after me He insulted me Calling my dress a fatigued Marci-grass outfit rented for fifty cents I tried to stop him, I tried calling Mr. Hunting but it was no use. It was inevitable, I was weak, I Gave up